Depression feeds itself
Am I going mad?
As a person who never felt loved, until I met my wife, I have suffered from depression for most of my life.
The trouble with illnesses like depression is they feed on the insecuroties of failures, and I had many of those, even before my failure as a writer boosted my downfall.
No year has been as hard on me as 2024 is; it has been one issue after another to the point I feel like staying in my room to avoid upsetting the family.
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